I hate lazy procrastinators

Bah. I'll finish this post later. I need a nap.
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Raj Phangureh
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I hate girl guides

Girl Guide Cookies are basically sugar injected baked morphine. They are one of my greatest weaknesses - somewhere between scratch 'n sniff stickers and Perry Como.

A little 5 year old girl guide comes to me with a fucking CASE of cookies, and asks if I want a box. She doesn't bother to pull a box out of the case - she can sense my desire.

I stay strong. "I'll take one, got change for a $20?" I ask.

She shakes her head no. I put my money away... Her eyes well up with fake tears, perfectly on cue.

"gimme the fuckin case," I growl as I hand her $50. Don't think the little devil hasn't heard the F-bomb before.

I swear this case will be done by lunch.
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Raj Phangureh
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I hate exercise

Kelly Brooks believes that sex is a form of daily aerobics. Why the hell can't I have Kelly Brooks as part of my daily workout regiment?

Instead, I'm stuck in my dark dingy basement with a skip rope and a smattering of workout equipment. Working out at home is damn near impossible with all the usual temptations nearby, like fried twinkies and disney porn.

I paid a visit to my old Tae Kwon Do school after a 2 month break, and it was like working out in a sauna. I know that "Hot Yoga" is all the craze lately, but this is much different. I'm not sure how I'd market "Hot Tae Kwon Do," but I'd have to do my best to not mention 3 dozen pairs of smelly bare feet whipping by my face and an 8-year old kid puking in the corner from heatstroke.

Kelly Brooks, if you're reading this (and I know you are you sly minx you) I'd like to sign up for your aerobics program. I've been sending you my used workout socks and pictures of myself dressed as Princess Leia for the past 3 months now, but I haven't heard back from you yet.

Call me.

I hate you

I got a message asking why all my blog posts have been so hateful so far.

It's called a theme, Einstein. My blog is titled 'things I hate.' I hate everything and everyone else so that I can love you more. But now that I had to explain it to you, you're now on my hate list. It's official. I hate you.

I still love dq dipped cones though. Who could hate those?
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Raj Phangureh
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I hate watches

My name is Raj, and I'm a watchaholic.

Like most addicts, my addiction started in my childhood. My dad had 3 different watches - 1 for every day use, 1 for fancy occasions, and 1 to wear while doing hard work, like beating his children. As his fists rained down on me, all I could concentrate on was that beautiful analog timepiece. It was bliss.

Now here I am 3 years later with important work to do, and I find myself perusing jewelry stores and staring at the newest watches. I have a problem. The pricetags no longer concern me. It wasn't always this way... I used to be happy with a sub-$100 watch on my wrist, but those days are fading fast. I need a bigger fix, and I need them more often.

I walked into a store this morning, dressed in ratty jeans and a hoodie sweater. The salesman glowers at me. I ask to take a closer look at an $800 Longines, and I take great care to flash the $500 Citizen on my wrist while I point at it. His glower immediately turns into a phony, gleaming white smile. What scum. He knows he's feeding my addiction, but all he cares about is his cut. He might as well be selling me crack on a street corner.

My hands start to tremble as I slip on the watch. My tastes are getting more expensive. I'm no longer craving the Fossils, the Diesels, or the Hilfigers. Even the Citizens and the Seikos are losing their appeal. I'm immune to their effects, and my addiction craves bigger and better things. I caught myself craving a $20K Hublot Big Bang and a $15K Urwerk. Even the Longines on my wrist didn't satisfy me, yet at $800 it's more expensive than any other watch I own. I am in deep shit.

Maybe I should get a pocketwatch...?

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Raj Phangureh
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I hate high prices

Staples has some $20 off $150 or $20 off $200 coupons here.

Code 86770 and 86772. Use these at staples.ca during checkout. If you can find anything at staples that isn't grossly overpriced, this could be a good deal. I usually hate Staples prices though. I feel like my wallet gets raped every time I walk into that store.

Marks Work Wearhouse has a $30 off $70 coupon (amazing!) to print off and take to the store. The stuff there is amazingly cheap to begin with, so this rocks. Don't expect great quality though. 8 year old immigrant kids can't sew.

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Raj Phangureh
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I hate elections

Well, it's official. I'm president (again) of the Kinsmen Club of Winnipeg. I'm not sure why it's so hard to get volunteers to run for positions. I hate that.

These meetings are so fucking long. I'm not sure why I hate myself so much, but I must have some motive for punishing myself every Monday night.

Somebody kill me.

I hate blogs

I've hated blogs for years. People call 'em blogs, weblogs, diaries, journals, notes, rants, and multitudes of other names to disguise what they really are - rantings of bored people with nothing better to do with their time.

Yet here I find myself bored with nothing better to do with my time.

I hate bloggers that reveal their innermost feelings and emotions, or just talk about boring mundane tasks that nobody cares about. I realized I felt this way while I was watering my grass over the weekend and thinking about all my past romantic relationships and wondering where they all went wrong. Ahhhh.... fuck.

I'm starting to hate living in a snobby, sheltered suburban neighborhood. Everyone on my street seems to have 2.5 kids running around trying to sell me $5 boxes of chocolate. I'm the youngest homeowner on the street, yet I feel like the crazy old man that yells at kids to stay off my yard. I don't actually yell at them, but I have started the habit of "accidentally" turning on my sprinklers when they're around. It actually looks like a legit accident now that I have grass.

I'm going to have more than a few big bashes this summer. Let's see how long it takes for my neighborly neighbors to call the cops on me. Should be interesting.